I realised a couple of weeks back that erm … I’ve never really read the bible. I’ve probably flipped through it once or twice but actually sit down and read it? Never. In fact, until a few weeks ago, I didn’t even know if the Gospel of John came before Mark or was it Matthew that came last? The sad truth is that if I was ever captured by a bunch of religious fanatics and given a biblical quiz to save my life, I am most certain that I will surely die. What came as a bigger shock was that The Hubs – the pagan of all pagans – has read the bible. He didn’t understand what the fuss was and told me it would be easier if I just skipped all the “beget … beget” stuff. Sadly, this Catholic had no idea what he was talking about.
Which got me thinking about the kind of Catholic I am. I mean, it’s not so much of what I do but rather what I don’t do. For starters, I don’t really know much about my religion which is not surprising considering that I daydreamed through most of my Sunday school lessons. Ask me to tell you about the Catholic faith and I’ll be stumped for words. I suppose you could say that theoretical knowledge about one’s religion isn’t as important as one’s relationship with God. And this is true to a large extent. But still …. it doesn’t seem quite right. It’s like a piece of the puzzle is missing and if nothing else counts, well … it’s embarassing.
Anyhoo, I started to read up on-line and as it turns out, I really know zilch. I suppose I could continue drifting along in blissful ignorance or I could start bucking up. Well, I’ve decided that I can at least try. First stop, I’ve got to go look for my bible and wipe the dust off. And then there’s a whole lot to read up about a religion with a 2,000 year-old history. Turns out I might just take The Hubs advice and skip through all the “beget … beget” stuff. Just for a start.